PHOEBE
Pim looked at Jata, making a low chuffing noise at him before roaring loudly as he rose. He wanted more jerky! He didn't really care where they went so long as he kept dishing out the good stuff! The pink deagon sniffed towarss the jerky pouch, growling at it.
Phoebe though was striggling to balance with her legs tied together, and she looked no better than him. Blood and blight dripped down her chin, soaking into her dress front, her hair was streaked with it as well. But where he looked more like he had been through a warzone, she looked like a feral woman, raised by beasts in some wood. She snarled and snapped at him though. Clearly he wasn't going to get directions from her.
Phoebe though was striggling to balance with her legs tied together, and she looked no better than him. Blood and blight dripped down her chin, soaking into her dress front, her hair was streaked with it as well. But where he looked more like he had been through a warzone, she looked like a feral woman, raised by beasts in some wood. She snarled and snapped at him though. Clearly he wasn't going to get directions from her.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
